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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.