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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Reagan Youth 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.