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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.