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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.