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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 ABBA 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
UT,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.