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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
World's Most,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Can,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.