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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.