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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.