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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.