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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.