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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Swans,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.