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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.