Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.