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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.