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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.