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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.