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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Franke,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.