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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.