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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.