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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.