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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Wire,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.