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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Magma,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.