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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
New Order,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.