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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.