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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.