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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.