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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Selecter to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 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 Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Organ,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.