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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MDC to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.