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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.