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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.