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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.