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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the punk 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.