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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.