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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.