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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.