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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.