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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers 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?
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.