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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Technova,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.