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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
X-102,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.