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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.