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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.