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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.