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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.