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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.