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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.