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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.