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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.