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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
AZ,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.