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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.