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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Tim Buckley 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Brick,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.