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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 guitar 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Television,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.