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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Excepter,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.