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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.