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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
UT,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.