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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.