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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Crime,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.