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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.