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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.