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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.