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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.