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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.