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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Faust,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.