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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
PIL,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.