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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.