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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.