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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.