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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Skriet,
This Heat,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Neu!,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.