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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
JFA,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.