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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.