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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.