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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.