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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
cv313,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.