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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.