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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
the Association,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.