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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.