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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.