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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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