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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.