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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.