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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.