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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.