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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.