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 Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.