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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.