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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.