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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.