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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.