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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
JFA,
UT,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Brick,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.