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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.