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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.