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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.