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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.