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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.