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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
X-101,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.