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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
This Heat,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.