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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.