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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.