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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.