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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.