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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.