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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.