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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Ludus 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.