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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.