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 Finland 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Wings,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.