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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Can,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.