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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 organ 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 Organ to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.