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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
cv313,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.