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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.