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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.