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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.