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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Scion,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.