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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.