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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.