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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.