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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.