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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.