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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.