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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jandek 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
X-101,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.