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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.