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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.