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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.