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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Slits to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.