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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.