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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.