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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.