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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an organ 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Darondo,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
The Move,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.