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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.