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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Nico,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.