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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.