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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.