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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.