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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Inner City,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.