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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.