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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.