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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
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,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.