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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
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,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.