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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Deakin,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.