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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.