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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 arpeggiator and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Swans,
Make Up,
June Days,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.