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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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