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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.