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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.