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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Inner City to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.