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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Magma,
PIL,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.