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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.