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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.