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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Technova,
Television,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.