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 Croatia and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.