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 Costa Rica 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.