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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.