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 Syria 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
UT,
New Order,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.