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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.