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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.