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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 Paris and Copenhagen.
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 snare 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.