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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.