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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.