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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monochrome Set 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.