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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.