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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.