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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.