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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.