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 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.