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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
PIL,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.