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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
The Names,
Ossler,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.