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 Pakistan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.