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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
UT,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.