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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.