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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Roxette,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.