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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Dead C to the techno 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.