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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.