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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.