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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Television,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.