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 Bangladesh 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
UT,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.