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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.