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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.