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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.