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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
The Associates,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.