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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.