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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.