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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
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.