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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.