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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Pole,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.