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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 ABC to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Technova,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.