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 Tajikistan 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.