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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.