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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.