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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.