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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Inner City,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.