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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Make Up,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.