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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
JFA,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.