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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.