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 Comoros 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.