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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Visage,
Slave,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.