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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.