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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.