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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
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,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.