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 Guatemala 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.