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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.