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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
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.