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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.