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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Faust,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.