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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.