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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.