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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Visage,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.