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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.