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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.