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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.