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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the rock 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.