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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Television,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.