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 Niger and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.