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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
cv313,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Smog,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.