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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.