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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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?
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.