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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.