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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Monolake,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.