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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.