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 Ethiopia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Infiniti 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.