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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.