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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.