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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Magma,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.