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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Fear,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Mars,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.