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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Crime,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.