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 Australia and from Houston.
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 London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.