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 Latvia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.