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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.