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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.