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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.