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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.