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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.