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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Japan,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.