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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.