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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can 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?
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.