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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kinks to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.