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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.