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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Monolake,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.