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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.