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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
the Association,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Nico,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.