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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek 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?
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.