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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 John Lydon 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.