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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.