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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.