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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.