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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.