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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.