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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.