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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.