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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.