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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Negative Approach 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Can,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.