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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.