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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.