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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.