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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 guitar 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.