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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
ABBA,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
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.