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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.