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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Can,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
the Germs,
X-102,
The Litter,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.