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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.