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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.