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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
UT,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.