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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.