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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.