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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.