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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.