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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Magma,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.