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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The Move,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.