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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 the Germs to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.