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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.