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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
the Association,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.