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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.