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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.