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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.