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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.