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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Crime,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.