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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.