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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.