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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.