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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.