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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.