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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.