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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys 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 disco 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.