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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.