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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.