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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.