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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Neu!,
The Names,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.