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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Can,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.