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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
UT,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.