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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.