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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
CMW,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.