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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.