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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.