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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.