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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.