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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.