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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Television,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.