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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Gong,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.