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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.