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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.