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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Monks,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.