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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.