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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lyres 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.