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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.