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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Ossler,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.