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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.