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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.