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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
10cc,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.