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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.