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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Slackers to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.