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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.