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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.