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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.