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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.