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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Delhi and Spokane.
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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.