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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.