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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.