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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.