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 Romania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.