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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.