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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.