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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.