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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the rap 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.