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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.