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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.