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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.