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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.