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 Malaysia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.