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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.