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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 clarinet 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.