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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.