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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Scion,
The Gories,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.