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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.