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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 a mellotron and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.