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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Ronan,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.