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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 güiro 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
MC5,
Pylon,
Smog,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.