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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swans to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Monolake,
UT,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.