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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.