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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Smog,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.