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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
June Days,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.