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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II 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?
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.