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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Lyres,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.