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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Star Department to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.