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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.