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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.