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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
UT,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.