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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.