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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.