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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.