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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.