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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
June Days,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.