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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.