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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Symarip,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.