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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.