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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.