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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.