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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.