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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 theremin and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.