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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 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 Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.