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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.