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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.