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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.