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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Scion,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.