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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Pylon,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.