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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.