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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.