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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.