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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.