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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.