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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.