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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Holt. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.