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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.