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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Slave,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.