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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.