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 United States 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.