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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.