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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.