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 India and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.