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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.