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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.