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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
ABC,
The Residents,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.