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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.