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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Mandrill,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.