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 Belgium and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.