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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Q65,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
UT,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.