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 Pakistan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
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Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.