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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.