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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.