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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.