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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Crime to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Television,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.