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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
X-102,
Roxette,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.