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 Brazil 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.