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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.