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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.