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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.