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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.