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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Swans,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.