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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.