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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.