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 Qatar 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.