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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Slave,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Television,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.