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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Section 25,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.