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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Scion,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.