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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Visage,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.