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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.