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 Sri Lanka 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra 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?
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.