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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.