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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.