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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.