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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.