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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.