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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.