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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.