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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.