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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Nas,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.