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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.