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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.