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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Organ,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.