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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.