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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
The Offenders,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.