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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
The Fall,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.