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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.