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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Mars,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Slave,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.