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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.