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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.