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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.