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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Darondo,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.