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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Cluster,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
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.