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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.