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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.