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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.