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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.