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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Nas,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.