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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.