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 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Gong,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.