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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.