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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.