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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.