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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Monks,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.