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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 The Smiths to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Magma,
X-101,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Smog,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.