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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.