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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Technova,
UT,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.