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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.