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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.