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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.