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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.