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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.