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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
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,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Cluster,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.