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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.