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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 New Christs to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.