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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.