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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.