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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.