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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.