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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.