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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.