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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.