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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.