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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.