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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Mars,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.