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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.