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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.