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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.