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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.