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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.