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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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?
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.