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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
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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.