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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
The Busters,
MC5,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.