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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.