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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.