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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Crime,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.