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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Can,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.