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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.