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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
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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.