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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.