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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Franke,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.