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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.