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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.