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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.