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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.