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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
AZ,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.