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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.