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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.