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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 clarinet 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.