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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.