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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.