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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Adolescents,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.