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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Nas,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.