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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.