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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.