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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.