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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.