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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.