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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
The Move,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.