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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Visage,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.