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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.