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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
AZ,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Nas,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.