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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
cv313,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.