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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Ituana,
Visage,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.