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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.