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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Symarip,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.