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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.