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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.