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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.