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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 sitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.