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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.