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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.