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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.