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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.