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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.