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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
MDC,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.