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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.