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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Q65,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Television,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.