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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Television,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.