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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
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Surgeon,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.