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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 Holger Czukay 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 grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.